Chapter 58: A Late Night at the Office

The warm glow of the setting sun cast long shadows across the towering skyscrapers as she carried her son in her arms. His small body was nestled against her chest, his slow, rhythmic breathing a soft melody against the hum of the city outside. He had fallen asleep moments ago, his delicate hands resting gently against her shoulder as she stepped into the sleek glass doors of her office building. The moment she entered, the staff, as always, greeted her with reverence, bowing their heads slightly as she passed by. Her status as the world's most powerful businesswoman, holding 75% of global companies, was undeniable.

With quiet steps, she moved through the grand hallways, her heels making only the faintest sound against the polished marble floor. The security guards instinctively moved aside, pressing their hands to their earpieces to confirm her arrival. They understood she had no time for interruptions. All that mattered at this moment was the sleeping boy in her arms.

When she reached her office, she gently pushed open the door and walked inside. The luxurious office was vast, adorned with high-tech monitors, rich mahogany furniture, and a panoramic view of the city's skyline. Carefully, she laid her son down on the plush sofa, making sure not to wake him. His peaceful face looked so pure, so fragile, yet he had already endured more pain than any child should have.

She turned to the intercom on her desk, pressing a button. "Bring me a blanket."

Moments later, her assistant, a composed and efficient woman, entered with a soft cashmere blanket. She handed it over with a knowing smile before excusing herself. The mother took the blanket and carefully spread it over her son, ensuring he remained warm. Kneeling beside him, she pressed a soft kiss on his forehead, brushing back his hair as she whispered, "Sleep well, my baby."

Once satisfied that he was comfortable, she moved to her desk. As she sat down, she exhaled slowly, already feeling the weight of her responsibilities pressing down. The digital screens around her displayed stock reports, corporate acquisitions, and emails from business partners worldwide. Among them, the most pressing matter was the global project she had been finalizing. This project was a game-changer—one that every major company wanted to be a part of. It wasn't just about profit; securing this project would elevate a company's status permanently, cementing them as one of the elite few who had worked under her direct command.

She adjusted her glasses and picked up her pen, reviewing the contracts laid before her. Even as she worked, her gaze flickered occasionally toward her son, ensuring he was still sleeping peacefully. The hours slipped away, the city outside transitioning from golden hues to the deep blues of the night.

At some point, her assistant returned, standing a respectful distance away. "Ma'am, the contract draft is ready for your review. Also, the heads of multiple companies have been sending inquiries about the project. Should I arrange another meeting tomorrow?"

She rubbed her temples slightly, her mind weighing the options. "Yes, schedule it for the morning. But only for the top contenders. No one else."

"Understood," the assistant replied, bowing slightly before leaving the room.

As the night deepened, she found herself immersed in her work. The glow from her monitors illuminated her sharp yet elegant features. Balancing the responsibilities of owning 75% of the world's companies wasn't easy, but she had never been the type to back down from challenges. Every decision she made had a ripple effect on the global economy.

Still, amidst all the calculations and high-level strategies, her mind occasionally drifted back to the warm presence of her son, sleeping just a few feet away. There was something deeply grounding about him. He reminded her of what truly mattered beyond power, wealth, and status.

By midnight, she leaned back in her chair, stretching slightly. Her eyes returned to her son, watching as his chest rose and fell steadily. The love she felt for him was overwhelming. She had lost before—her first husband, her unborn child. The pain of those losses still haunted her, lingering in the depths of her heart like an unhealed wound.

She wasn't going to lose again.

With a heavy sigh, she picked up her phone and dialed her husband's number. It rang twice before he answered, his deep voice laced with sleep.

"Wife? Is everything alright?"

She softened at the sound of his voice. "Yes. I just wanted to let you know that our son and I won't be coming home tonight. There's too much work, and I don't want to wake him. We'll stay in the office apartment."

There was a pause before he replied, "I understand. Just take care of yourself and him."

"I always do," she whispered before hanging up.

With quiet steps, she walked over to the sofa, carefully gathering her son in her arms. His tiny fingers curled instinctively against her as she carried him through the dimly lit hallway to the office apartment. This private space was designed with utmost luxury and comfort, ensuring that she could live in her workplace when necessary.

Once inside, she laid him gently on the king-sized bed, pulling the covers over him. She changed into a silk nightgown before slipping into bed beside him. Wrapping her arms protectively around his small frame, she kissed his forehead once more.

"I love you, my baby boy," she murmured against his soft hair. "You were the wish I never knew I needed."

For a moment, she simply held him, the warmth of his little body against hers soothing her aching heart. Memories from the past flooded her mind—the tragedy of losing her first husband, the agony of carrying a child only to lose them before birth. The pain had nearly broken her. But then, she met him. The man who had saved her from the edge, who had pulled her back from the brink of despair. The man who would later become her husband and introduce her to his son—the boy who had now become her entire world.

Tears welled in her eyes as she tightened her embrace. "I will protect you. No matter what it takes."

As the city outside continued its restless pulse, within the quiet sanctuary of the office apartment, a mother and her son lay peacefully, bound by an unbreakable love.